Monday, March 25, 2013

Peep


They’ve been quiet of late. No noise coming from the tree frogs and chirpers that live in and around the pond just above the house. Winter’s had its way with them and they haven't peeped a peep for quite some time.

… not unlike a certain blogger I know.

The dreary season’s beaten us down - amphibian and fisherman/blogger alike - and it’s been hard to find inspiration. Jack Frost has worn his welcome thin as Lululemons.

But spring is peeking around the corner, finally. And with the budding cherries and blooming forsythia, I assure you, the racket will begin once again. Just be careful what you wish for.

For example, I’ll be getting back to this keyboard a bit in the coming days with a couple of book reviews (what else have I had to do lately, but read?) and maybe a Photo Bin. Then it’s buckle-down time at the ol'e Renzetti in prep for a much-needed spring jumpstart - a week tip-toeing the Tropic of Cancer, wandering the southern Baja, chasing roosters, dorado, and the elusive Mexican tequila pixies with my good friend (and bad influence), Chris Hunt.

Lord knows what noise will come out of that.

So here’s fair warning. Things are going to be picking back up around this place. Ready or not.

Peep


Note: I found the tree frog pictured at the top of this post in Mary's potting soil bin the other day. I felt bad interrupting his slumber but it was a nice afternoon - one of the few we've seen this year - and, once released, he happily climbed around the woodpile. That is, what's left of the woodpile after this much-too-long winter...

9 comments:

Rainbow Chaser said...

Have been wondering what you have been up too. Too quiet, but then again, ol' man Winter does take its toll. Hope that Renzetti puts you in the groove for some good spring fishing.

Chris Hunt said...

Bad influence... I've been called worse ;-)

Mike Sepelak said...

Oh, I'm in the groove, Mel. Can't wait!

And Chris, you know I love ya man! Someone's gotta get me outta my shell.

Ken G said...

There's a rumor going around that one of those were heard a few miles from me. 50's by the end of the week. I'm hoping they come alive down in the ravine, along with green things. Hardly a thing popping out of the ground yet. I'm tired of brown.

Mike Sepelak said...

Tired of brown, indeed. Here, there's hints of light green beginning to appear, visible only if you don't look too hard. And the peepers got going one day last week when a rogue 78-degree day wandered through. I'm so ready for spring.

Thanks, Ken.

Mark Coleman said...

Where'd you get that glass on your tying bench?

Mike Sepelak said...

I was wondering if/when someone would refer to that glass, Mark. It was acquired by my step-son from the Flying Saucer in Charlotte during 2004 race week. A real cutie, don't you think?

Valve_box said...

I like the fly but love the glass.

Mike Sepelak said...

Me too, V.